Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Sheep to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Nas,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Black Flag,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.